Doubts.

"Where am I?"

A shadow of a fear within my mind's eye. I have come into contact with my own paranoia.

"How have I come to get here?"

Weeks of research into an urban legend that I find genuinely intriguing. And already, I suffer from the effects of too much involvement.

"Was I condemned to this place the second I knocked upon the door of curiosity?"

Countless videos I watch online. The many different blogs I scour for information. The few names that seem to echo repeatedly throughout each and every outlet.

"Did I make a mistake coming here?"


Every time I walk past a mirror, I see myself smirking at me. Every time I go outside, I see things that shouldn't be there.

"Should I not have been born?"


I fear that my meddling in this particular situation has gone farther than I should have let it go. Whereas I should have tiptoed I stumbled through like an adolescent miscreant.

"Should I cry for help?"


I'm starting to think this fascinating waste of time has just become a much more dire situation.

"Why me?"